...Logan is coming home soon. Or so I heard. When I eavesdropped. Days ago. I don't know why I don't feel as guilty as I should be. Maybe because I
do have the right to know what's happening with my brother. Or what's
going to happen to him.
If that sounded so horrible to you..you are very well entitled to your own opinion. Mixed feelings are playing inside of
me. I don't know what I'll do when I see him. Finally, after all the commotion. And not only that...I'll be living with him every single day. I don't know how he
expects us to act around him. And although I did..and do miss him...is it too early to show him that? I tried to email him about it before. But I turned into a cat. A very scared one. I'm not scared of
him. I'm scared to admit that he's still my favorite brother..that I still love him, no changes, even after..that fateful incident. I know Mary Anne got hurt and traumatized..but I'm sorry for still caring about my bro. After all of it..I worried only about him and no one else. Sure, I pretended I was angry at him. For
everything. I wanted him to suffer after his crime. But I couldn't push it to the very end. I felt so weak.
Just imagining him feeling alone and lonely, confused and blaming himself..hurts me. Hurts me more than it should.
I care. I care. I care. Yes. But does
he?